This is a song about "Dead cash"

Carefree i don’t need the stress

And cash money supermarket like seth,

So much class, double d’s and ass

Cause the economies hungry for cash

One time for the 305, though

Aint never let my cash show

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

And it rules everything around them

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

Money ain't a thing

See cash rule everything

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Even when my dreams are dead

40 on my face, getting cash

No one-half and i hate math